C249 Is a Chatterbox

Thus, Shangguan Feng didn't think too much and drank the tea. Before he even had the chance to speak, he felt the blood in his chest churning.

In the next second, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You!" Shangguan Feng glared at Mo Qingge. "You really poisoned this tea?"

"Why not?" Mo Qingge gave a noncommittal smile. "I didn't say it earlier. There's no poison in this tea